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Anyway I was bitching about how hard it is to come up with feasible planets in Star Wars because sometimes you need a new planet from scratch and sometimes you need to know more about a planet than the 'has jungles, is probably a moon technically' than Wookieepedia will give you, and they're like 'oh yeah I can do something about that'.

So they've written (in Matlab but they swear it will run as a .exe as well and I may be conscripted to embed it as a web tool at some point) a star system generator.

You input what you know about the planet (ecosystem, population, sun colour, does it have liquid water, does it have a moon or moons, is it a moon or moons, temperature averages, atmosphere, you get me) and it will give you the... everything else about the star system, in obedience to real-universe physics. And if you input nothing you get a randomly generated star system.

And I’m like oh I know people who will be into this with a vengeance, and they're not on Tumblr, so this is me seeing who exactly would be keen on, and I cannot stress this enough, a real-physics comprehensive star system generator.

Judging from Pandolf's face and demeanour, I think he tried to introduce himself to this hedgehog with trust, goodwill, and his nose.

After making his point a second time, the hedgehog decided he had reached the limits of pedagogy and returned to the woods.

Them as disciples is so funny to me I’m convinced lqg had a crush on yqy because yqys the only one who can beat him in a fight. And if there’s one thing lqg respects its skill and power. Also them as the sword and his wielder metaphor and whatnot. Meanwhile Shen Jiu is there making the most disgusted appalled stink face from the audience

After numerous pleas from the four juniors (Lan Shizui was pale with guilt), he reluctantly decided to go to Gusu Lan so he could bathe, change his clothes and stay there for the night.

After obtaining Lan Qiren's permission ["Master Wei is absolutely right, Grandmaster Lan has a weakness for Sandu" Ouyang Zizhen muttered to the group], he decided to go after his next objective: new clothes.

Never before had Lan Jingyi been so quick to offer his own clean robes to Jiang-zhongzhu, but since the brat had grown enough in a period of 2 years to match his height, Jiang Cheng decided to accept them with a murmur of thanks.

Lan Jingyi had to sleep with one eye open in case Jin Ling decided to kill him, but he didn't regret anything.

Jiang Cheng returned to the juniors an hour later, showered and satisfied, wearing a lan robe that was far too light for his liking, his hair half-tied up to dry (Lan Jingyi's ears and Lan Shizui's neck turned a deep red). It only took a puppy face from a-Ling for Jiang Cheng to decide to prepare dinner for the four young men.

A domestic scene was seen in one of the lan kitchens: Lan Shizui and Ouyang Zhizen were cutting the vegetables while Lan Jingyi and Jin Ling followed any order that Jiang Cheng commanded.

All that calm came to an end when he heard the shrill laughter of a fox in the hallways, the distinctive "hmph" and a voice so soft it could be mistaken for the whistling of the wind. Jiang Cheng closed his eyes, counted to ten and mentally prepared himself for whatever might happen.

"Mother?"

He definitely wasn't prepared for Lan Wangji and Lan Xichen to call him "mom" at the same time.

From that day on, whenever he became moody, Wei Wuxian would put an arm around his shoulders, play with the purple ribbon in his hair and publicly justify it by saying that his shidi's maternal instinct was out of control.

And oh, what can WWX say to that, should he be regretful, should he apologise, but he doesnt find it in himself to be sincere about such things, not when he didn't know and not when it was either kill them or let them kill his peers, his shidimei, Jiang Yanli, or Jiang Cheng who was on the frontlines with him.

Jiang Cheng who he gave up his golden core for, Jiang Cheng JiangCheng JiangCheng Jian-

Then uncle Four tells him, I have killed for my clan as well, some of your shidimei, perhaps.

WWX has nothing to say to that, but WQ's cousin goes rigid with fear as his eyes pass between WWX and Unclr Four. They are in a room with people who have done bad things, killed each other's families. Uncle Four is pouring WWX his homemade fruit wine, and WQ's cousin is peeling the radishes he grew - ones that they are surviving off - and WWX is tinkering with another talisman for the wards for their home. They can't look at each other in the eyes when clink their mugs of wine and drink, every gulp equal parts sweet and bitter on their tongue.